Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Stella sat on her bed, clutching her phone, while Ronald lounged on the nearby couch, sipping from a mug.

On the other end of the line, Mrs. Lugar's concerned voice crackled through, "That little rascal, I always suspected he didn't have the best intentions with you. Oh, honey, are you okay? Are you scared?" "Mom, I..."

"Wait till you come back to Ferrowland. I'll give him a piece of my mind. I swear I'll set him straight."

Stella blinked, puzzled, glancing over at Ronald, whose presence was both calming and a little intimidating.

Mrs. Lugar continued speaking, but Stella's heart was already filled with warmth. Ronald had mentioned he'd already spoken to her mother, yet Stella had still been on edge. Her mom's opinion meant the world to her.

After all, Ronald wasn't just anyone- he was the heir to the prestigious Lugar family and the head of the Quinn family. His wife had to be someone from an equally prominent lineage.

Back in Ferrowland, her mother had often nudged her towards various eligible heiresses, likely in preparation for a future alliance.

Yet now, her attitude...

"Mom, aren't you upset with me?" Stella asked softly, her voice quivering with emotion, tears threatening to spill over.

sweetie, you must be so

caught

What? This wasn't...

he's sorting out the marriage certificate tomorrow," she added quickly, seizing the moment to mention

brief pause on the line before Mrs. Lugar's voice erupted, "What?

Lugar's tone shot up, nearly

skipped

"Can't...can't I agree?"

you let that scoundrel get away so easily. He's clearly trying to take advantage, that

over to Stella. Before Mrs. Lugar could continue, he

wide-eyed. "Mom said I shouldn't just agree to the

pulling her

him, but soon she melted into his embrace, her earlier worries about her mother's reaction fading in the warmth of his

to grow warmer as time passed, and about ten minutes later, Ronald finally released her. His voice was husky as

more upset with

smirked, playfully nibbling